Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 940: :The cannon fodder children of the Hou family after the disappearance of their mother (forty-three)

"Yin Yin, I'm sorry." The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was pulling it out of his throat with difficulty.

Yin Yin turned her head, the man's back was facing her, sitting on the chair, smoking one cigarette after another, with his back bent, a trace of gray in his hair could be vaguely seen, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Withdrawing her gaze, Yin Yin looked calm: "You should tell my mother this sentence."

With that said, leave without hesitation.

In the room, only Yao Qiu was left alone. He sat in the shadow, suddenly his body trembled violently, the smoke fell to the ground, and he sobbed softly. ...

Yin Yin, who left the village, suddenly felt a pulling force, and the phone vibrated...

......

Jueqingya, around the thatched cottage, clusters of gardenias are in full bloom, as white as snow, and like a white blanket spread on the grass.

Gardenia's flower language: lifelong waiting, eternal love.

The man held the **** and swung it downwards, probably due to lack of strength, he failed to dig the soil a few times before. Fearing that the **** would come off if he lacked the strength in his hand, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. After just a few strokes, he panted lowly, and his thin face, which was originally pale, became a little paler.

"Master Hou, let the little one help you." Ah Wen read on.

"You go, I'll do it myself." The man said weakly, and raised his head, his bloodshot eyes lightly looked at A Wen, who turned and left helplessly.

It took the man a quarter of an hour to dig a hole the size of two palms.

The **** fell to the ground, and he lost his strength and fell to the ground without any image. He was always happy and clean, as if he couldn't see the soil stained on his robe.

After a while, he buried the gardenia seedlings beside him into the pit with both hands.

He took out a dagger from his bosom, the sharpness exuded a cold light, and there was a hint of blood.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, only to see that the arms that should have been strong and powerful had already become skinny and bony at some point, and they were densely covered with small wounds, some old and some new, counting them, there seemed to be hundreds of wounds , shocking.

Look carefully, the man's fingers and palm are also covered with wounds.

Picking up the dagger, he cut another small knife on the arm. The blood dripped on the roots of the gardenia and was absorbed instantly.

The man's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel any pain, he threw away the dagger, picked up the soil with both hands, and buried the gardenia.

He put his hands on the ground, stood up with difficulty, and staggered out.

......

"Master, it's the eight hundred and tenth gardenia now, can we open an altar and practice it?" Wei Pang was supported by Awen, and asked the old Taoist in front of him.

The old Taoist made a calculation: "Yes, Lord Hou, the poor Taoist can open the altar immediately, but the only thing that the poor Taoist can recruit is the soul of the madam."

"It's okay, just one time, just let me see Yinyin again." Probably because he was too excited, a faint blush appeared on his face, which was not very energetic.

It is also like a drowning person who finds duckweed, and there is light in his eyes.

"Since this is the case, Pindao will immediately open the altar to do something."

"Good, good..."

"Master Hou, master still needs to make preparations, why don't you go and rest for a while, and I will help you watch here." Awen said while supporting the crumbling Wei Pang.

Wei Pang shook his head: "No, I want to watch here. What if I miss it." He waited so hard for this opportunity, and he must not miss it.